I’ve made some more adjustments to the formula,” Franny told Igor as she handed a little bottle to him.
It bubbled and fizzed, and a little cloud of smoke puffed out the top.
“Put just three drops onto each pigtail,” she said. “No more than that.”
Igor nodded and carefully dripped the formula onto Franny’s hair.
And her hair started to frizzle. And frazzle. And suddenly, with a strange, creaky whine, it began to grow.
And grow.
It grew until it draped all around her on the floor.
“It worked! It’s a success!”
Franny tossed her hair around and around, so much so that it knocked over a beaker. Then it got caught on a table leg.
She tried to get it loose and stumbled into a cage of monsters, knocking the door open and setting them loose in the lab.
“What a mess! I can’t get anything done with this hair everywhere. Igor, hand me the scissors, and I’ll cut this useless stuff off right this minute.”
Before Igor could grab the scissors, one of Franny’s pigtails stretched out and grabbed the scissors by itself.
It handed them gently to Franny.
“Whoa!” she said. “Did you see that, Igor? These pigtails might be pretty good assistants. Maybe I’ll keep them around for now.”
Igor frowned. He was Franny’s assistant, and he didn’t think she needed any new ones.
“And I wonder,” Franny said. “Maybe if we used just a couple more drops . . .”
